THE ROCK

Out on the shore I sat me down, to look at all the beauty around, there I noticed a rock
so big, so broad, that it had to be formed by Almighty God.
They say the ocean made it that way, but who made the ocean with its crashing waves? Who
could do such a mighty thing, who could make all of nature sing?
Who made the flowers on the hill, or made the meadows deep and still? Who made the wind to
blow this way or that, who made man, can you tell me that?
God, oh God, the Holy One above, who is my Father and full of love; and Jesus his Son whom I
will never deny, who on a cruel cross willingly died.
That brings us back to the original matter, the rock so big, so broad; that rock reminds
me of a scripture I read, straight from the Word of God.
If you build your house on sand, soon the rain and wind will blow, knocking it to the
ground, but if you build it on solid rock, it will stand there safe and sound.

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I always say to anyone who says there is no God - Go out and stand under a starry night and ask yoursef - Did you create that? They no they didn't! That is God, I say. So simple really, I don't no why anyone would doubt his existence. Once again you have convey such a powerful message with simplicity. Well done, Sena. Love, Lainie

A great rhyme for reminding us of the story of the Rock from scriptures. YOu have a nice style, Sena. So nice meeting you and now I am FINALLY going off here. Boy, my shoulder gets to aching sometimes I sit here so long! luv, andrea